He shrugs. "You could go somewhere. See a friend or something."
"Reeve doesn't want me going anywhere."
Cocking a brow, he leans his chin on steepled fingers.
"Never thought you'd be the type of girl to do as you were told."
Screwing my face up, I scoff.
"I'm not, but I don't really want to go venturing out alone, and that's what I'd be doing if I left here because the only friends I have are currently at college, studying."
He rears back as if he's been slapped round the face, then places his hand over his chest.
"I'm wounded, Trixie. You don't consider the Steel Devils to be your friends?"
"Not the ones that insist on calling me Trixie, no."
He sighs. "Okay, let's make a deal. I'll stop calling you Trixie if you come and do something fun with me."
My eyes dart between his, noticing the hint of mischief glistening in his blue orbs. Although I don't think I should take him up on his offer, I'm intrigued.
"Okay, deal."
Reeve:
You went axe throwing???
Please tell me I'm being lied to
And with Dodger. Of all people?
Trix:
I knew you'd find out!
Are you keeping tabs on me?
Reeve:
Of course I am
I'm offended you went axe throwing with someone else
How am I meant to top that?
Laughing at his messages, I fluff the pillows on the bed, then lean against them.
Going out with Dodger earlier made the day pass quickly, and by the time we got back to the clubhouse, it was already late, so I came straight up to Reeve's room and started getting ready for bed.
Emery had messaged to double-check we were still on for dinner at Michael's tomorrow, and after confirming with her, Reeve messaged me.
Now, I'm lying in bed with a massive smile on my face as his name and the picture I took of him at the trailer park light up my phone.
Swiping my thumb across the screen, I accept his call, then place him on speaker.
"Did you have fun today, Red?"
His voice filters through the room, sending butterflies swooping through my stomach.